Being Played by a Top Student with 1-Mil Subs Every Day

Chapter 1: Return home

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At the end of February, the cold winter is still in the wind, and the sun is full of summer. The collision of cold winter and hot summer in this city is more vivid than ever before in London.

H City Airport T2 Terminal.

"It's a mess, it's a dead end."

The boy in a pure white loose sweatshirt strode forward with his cell phone in hand. His voice had the low, shallow magnetism of a teenager, and his strange dialect made people turn their heads again and again.

The eyebrows and eyes reflected on the screen are lively and bright, his black hair flutters in the wind as he walks, he is tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. For boys of this age, the thinner they are, the more arrogant they look as if they are growing upwards.

The barrage of comments was scrolling very fast.

Can't understand

Is it the way I wake up that's wrong

It’s already afternoon...

What kind of bird language is this? It makes my head hurt.

The boy replied lazily: "Idioms."

Let me make it clear, Shaanxi or Shanxi

Shaanxi refused to comply

Shanxi popularity is cold

It sounds like Shaanxi mixed with Chongqing

Chongqing people call it Yaoyaoling! !

Despite the ridicule, the atmosphere of the barrage was very harmonious, as if a whole family was sitting together eating melon seeds and chatting.

The host's information is posted in the upper left corner. His avatar is an ordinary bean. His ID is "The most handsome man in the world", which makes everyone scold him as shameless. The number of fans is 1 million.

Just came online, what happened to him

Suddenly live broadcast, currently at the airport, purpose unknown

The March event of the small broken station is dialect

No wonder...

I think dialect must first be a person's language, right

You can be grounded, but you can't be grounded.

The bag strap hanging on his left shoulder slipped down, Dou Sheng grabbed it and returned to his normal voice, "Is it really that hard to understand? I spent ten minutes studying it seriously."

Failure in learning

Being played the piano by a cow

What are you doing at the airport

Dou Sheng sighed.

"My mom had an urgent mission. Someone wanted to stay with us, so she sent me to pick him up at the airport. Today was my grandpa's birthday, and I was so anxious when I ordered the cake, but who knew the plane was delayed. It was all in vain."

He walks very fast with long legs, and speaks slowly and lazily. Many of his fans in the comments like him like his nonchalant, ruffian and sweet tone.

Boarding? Wow!

Male or female? How old

What does it look like? Can it be flushed

Birthday is February 29th, it comes once every four years

What does it have to do with you

"I'm also confused. I just know that she's about my age, so I guess she's my cousin."

!!!

I'm so confident! Hi! Wife!

Million fans benefit, she needs to open business

I second the motion.

I also second the proposal, and ask jk

Black stockings

The previous report

Dou Sheng raised his lips slightly towards the screen, "You old perverts, shut up."

This is where protecting my sister begins

Fumeimo reservation

The incident happened suddenly. The person to be picked up was the child of my mother's best friend when she was a teenager. She hadn't been in contact with that person for two years. This time, her husband suddenly called from overseas to beg for help. By the time he asked for help, the unfortunate child had already boarded the plane.

My mother was also confused. She only found a photo she had saved several years ago. He did have good looks, but he had a rebellious look in his eyes when he was a child.

The reason why he lied about his cousin was because the people in the barrage were all weird talkers. If he honestly admitted that they were not related by blood, these people would destroy his account.

The airport broadcast dinged and began the voice broadcast.

Dou Sheng yawned, "Finally landed."

"ladies and gentlemen,willsoon landingddlld international airport."

When the voice announcement sounded, the people in the cabin had already raised the window shades impatiently, and the strong sunlight poured in. The fatigue from flying for more than ten hours surged up at this moment, but was quickly dispelled by the sunny weather of their hometown.

The boy sitting at the end of the aisle was still sleeping on his schoolbag, his long legs curled up in the narrow space, his shoulders moving gently with his breathing. He was so quiet that he seemed out of place among the people chatting on the plane, and a faint sense of loneliness was outlined all over his body.

The moment the plane landed, he suddenly woke up, grabbed the collar of his sweater with his bony fingers and pulled it down, then leaned his head against the back of the seat and woke up.

The light from the window cast a band on that face, alternating between light and dark, with the contours and facial features all having the soft and distinctness that is unique to a teenager.

After a moment he opened his eyes, stood up, took his violin case from the luggage rack, hung a black camera bag on the shoulder strap of his backpack, put everything on his right shoulder, and quickly passed through the cabin full of passengers who were stretching their legs.

The flight was delayed for two hours. Xie Lan was unlucky. The phone he had used for more than three years suddenly went black a while ago, and then went into a cycle of automatic power on and off. After a few hours of use, it was completely scrapped and could not be charged.

He did not check in any luggage and quickly left the main group behind. He was the first to pass through customs and appeared alone at the airport reception area.

Xie Lan didn't know the person who came to pick her up at the airport, and didn't have time to memorize her phone number.

The passage was crowded with people, and his eyes quickly swept across the unfamiliar faces, trying to find a sign that said "Xie Lan" or "lan xie".

Unfortunately, no.

It was when Xie Jingming arrived at Heathrow Airport that he finally accepted the fact that his son was really going back to China. The Xie family had settled in the UK for more than ten years and they had no relatives here. After searching through his address book, he finally found that the person who came to pick him up was his mother's childhood friend Zhao Wenying. Everything seemed unreliable.

After staring at each other for half a minute with the crowd of people who came to greet him at the airport, Xie Lan pulled up the collar of his sweater again in autistic manner, lowered his eyes and walked away quickly, intending to find a place to borrow a computer to save his phone.

There seems to be an ancient Chinese poem that can describe my mood at this moment. How do I recite it

Ten years of life and death.

I don’t remember the next sentence.

Oh, the wanderer returns home with a sad heart.

Very smooth.

He could feel that his talent for Chinese was rapidly awakening as he set foot on this land.

The lady boss of the convenience store stretched her neck behind the counter to stare at Xie Lan's phone. The other end of the data cable was plugged into her computer, but no matter how she tried, the phone wouldn't light up, and the computer couldn't read the device.

"It's bricked. There's no way to save it," she sighed.

Xie Lan stared at the dark screen for a few seconds before unplugging the cable and whispering "thank you".

He automatically moved aside to allow the person behind him to pay the bill.

"Just milk tea, I'm not picky."

“I don’t know what flavor I like.”

"It's my first time seeing this too. I don't understand."

The person next to him spoke perfunctorily, but his voice had a cool texture and sounded very comfortable. Xie Lan turned around subconsciously, but what he saw was a mobile phone, and then the face behind the screen.

The boy raised his eyes nonchalantly and looked at Xie Lan, his wrist tilted as he moved.

Xie Lan quickly took a step to the side.

The man tactfully turned the screen around and covered it with his clothes, muttered an apology, and wiped it with milk tea.

Xie Lan frowned and was about to put his phone back in his pocket when he was suddenly pulled by a sharp and accurate force, like a hook, which made him stagger half a step to the right. After he stood firm, he looked up blankly and saw the impetuous guy walking away from the door with his camera bag hanging on his backpack.

Xie Lan: “Alas—”

Come to an abrupt stop.

Stuck.

What should I call it

Friends, husbands, boys, none of them are suitable.

In the UK, you can just say "mate". What is the Chinese word for "mate"

My little buddy

A very small language point can strangle a person with a disordered language system.

Xie Lan was taken abroad when he was less than three years old. At Xie Jingming's insistence, the language of his upbringing became English, and the Chinese language system he had cultivated before was almost destroyed. Only his grandfather, who stayed in London every year, would speak Chinese to him. Three years ago, his grandfather passed away, and this path was also cut off.

If I have to define it, his Chinese is barely at the level of a first-grade kid, maybe even worse. Although there is nothing wrong with his daily spoken English, he often uses inaccurate words and speaks shockingly. It is easy for him to lose track of a sentence, and his ability to recognize and write characters is basically useless.

The man had already walked to the door and said quickly into his phone, "I'll take out the pick-up card and get off first."

Then he locked his phone and put it in his pocket, swung his backpack forward, and with a snap, the hooked camera bag fell to the ground.

"… "

Xie Lan followed silently.

“This can fall out, too.”

The boy muttered as he picked up his camera bag, unzipped it, took out the compact C-brand latest model mirrorless camera, deftly opened the folding screen, and pressed the power button, the whole action being done in one go.

When he said that it was his own camera, Xie Lan almost believed it.

When the other party was exposed, Xie Lan walked behind him, wanting to say something but stopping himself. After hesitating, he reached out and patted him gently.

"!!!"

It's like I accidentally hit some crazy switch.

The guy suddenly jumped to the side, his hand didn't hold the camera firmly, and it fell with a snap.

There was no protection this time, and the landing was crisp, and he died a miserable death.

"… "

He picked up the camera, raised his eyes and said unhappily: "Photographing people from behind, are you sick?"

Xie Lan was even more upset than him, "See if the camera is broken."

The boy wiped the lens with his sleeve and tried to restart the machine, but found that the power button had collapsed, the surrounding casing was cracked, and a corner of the screen was broken.

He took a breath and spoke at a rapid pace, "I said - I just got this machine, and my passion for creation was so strong that I couldn't stop cheating 50,000 coins a day, but you attacked me from behind and killed me?"

I didn't realize it just now, but it turns out that he is a strong talker.

I'm sorry.

But Xie Lan couldn't keep up with the fast speaking speed. He only had time to understand the first few words - "just got it", and some intermittent key words at the end, such as "scam 50,000 coins".

He thought about it for a while. It might be intentional or unintentional to scratch off his camera, but judging from the way he spoke, it was most likely that the person was a thief.

He looks lively, but he is actually a good-looking villain.

The man frowned even deeper. "The camera is broken, why don't you say something? I'm in a hurry to leave, so I don't have time to argue with you. The retail price of a new one is 3999. WeChat or Alipay? You scan me and I scan you?"

Xie Lan frowned as he digested this string of words. He digested the last part, "I'm in a hurry to leave," and forgot the rest.

Not important, just get the key information.

"Why are you running away? If I catch you, I'll beat up the police."

"?"

A trace of confusion crept into the eyes opposite.

"You what?"

Xie Lan was too lazy to talk nonsense. He lowered his head to look at the broken phone and stretched out his hand to him in annoyance.

"You have a cell phone, right?"

"What?"

“Beat the police.”

The other party was silent for a moment, then slowed down his speech again, "If anyone wants to report it, it should be me, right? No, you led me away, why would I hit the police?"

"You can fight, too." An idiom popped up in Xie Lan's mind, "You can also recommend yourself."

"… "

The people passing by were all pedestrians passing quickly, and no one paid attention to the two boys who were standing in a stalemate in front of the convenience store.

After a long silence, the man hissed, "It can't be the brain..."

Halfway through his words, he glanced at the violin case behind Xie Lan, and his tone changed again, "But you can still play the violin?"

Xie Lan grabbed the empty backpack strap in annoyance, "Cellphone, hurry up."

Perhaps after he repeatedly emphasized the importance of beating the police, he finally became afraid. The man's expression subtly changed several times, and finally softened slightly. He looked at him and sighed softly.

It makes people feel a chill down their spine.

"Are you sure you want to fight the police? Think about it again."

"It's no use begging for mercy." Xie Lan said ruthlessly.

A female voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Hey, this is yours, right?"

The lady owner of the convenience store trotted over, carrying a very familiar black camera bag.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xie Lan, "Luckily he didn't go far. The things fell on my counter."

Xie Lan took the camera bag and was stunned for two seconds before he suddenly understood.

It only took a fraction of a second for him to go from cold and ruthless to his ears turning red.

The ears went from red to completely engorged with blood, and the guy next to me just let out a long drawn-out "Oh" as if he had suddenly realized something.

The guy put the broken camera on his wrist and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you still going to beat up the police?"

"… "

The return trip was unsuccessful.

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